Connor got up from his half eaten dinner. He studiously avoided my gaze and mumbled, "I'm not hungry." as he tried to sneak down the hall.
"Wait right there. Did you eat ALL your food?"
He continued burning a hole in the floor with his gaze. "I don't want to eat my vegetables. I'm not hungry anymore."
Since I had not put out the main course, I knew he was lying through his tightly clenched teeth. He will usually eat broccoli, but salad seems to be less popular and he resists every effort that I make to get him to eat a variety of veggies. This is also rubbing off on his impressionable younger sister. She is now turning her nose up at various foods and then making a break for it.
I sighed and tried to think of something other than a threat. "Connor, you have to eat or your muscles won't grow. You need the vitamins to help your body grow."
And then it just slipped out..."If you don't' eat your vegetables, then you can't get bigger. You want to turn 5, don't you? If you don't eat your food, you won't grow big enough to turn 5."
He nodded and went to eat as I was left with a lingering doubt. What happens when he finds out that the world was NOT black in white before the 50s? What happens when he learns farmers don't "plant" cows in the field and that his birthday WILL come even if he doesn't eat his dinner?
The guilt isn't enough to stop the smirk though.